Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Wire,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.